Sunday, June 5, 2016

Well, my packing blanket may have done me right in Fillmore, elevation 456, but turned out to be woefully inadequate for camping at the 2900 foot elevation of El Mirage. I fell asleep pretty quickly, but woke up every hour or so until 5AM when I just said to heck with it and got up.

About Me

I spend somewhere near 40% of my waking hours obsessing over old cars. Usually, this obsessing revolves around an improbable American micro car from the midcentury period-- the Crosley. My fascination began with a quest to strip down my life by driving the world's simplest car.
Turns out that nothing is as simple as it seems.